Aisle ten, electrical

"Did you hear that?"Janet sobbed,

looking past where Derek's head bobbed

in the water of the koi pond.

"I think it came from just beyond

aisle ten, electrical..."

said Jason, hysterical.

Home Depot's apron on the man

gave credit to his quick scan

down the aisles of DIY

plumbing, painting, and roof supply.

"It's coming from within the fog!"

"That smell!  A toilet clog..."

the first was Janet's  broken cry

the second, Tony's insane reply.

"If only, man, that you were right,

from in the fog a toilets plight.

But from the smog I hear a calling

not quite human, strange, enthralling.

Whispers, words unclear,

suggesting that I draw near."

Fran stepped from out aisle eight

clearly ready to embrace fate.

Jason grabbed hold of Fran,

Slap! "Pull yourself together man!

In that fog are death and sorrow.

Enter in and no tomorrow."

But Fran heard other voices then

whispering from aisle ten.

And turning away his reddened face

he ran into the fogs embrace.